Not Fall Yet
Last night I was up late watching live streaming reports from Ferguson. Again. This has to stop.
So today, you just get a tired rant. A short tired rant. But a tired rant nonetheless. Because it’s August dammit. Peaches are in season. I expect to get corn and tomatoes from the CSA at the pickup this afternoon. Sure, the weather may be getting cooler. If you look really closely, you can see a few leaves starting to lose their verdant hue.
Wednesday, it’s supposed to reach a high of 84 in Albany. That’s not fall. That’s still summer. Late summer, sure. But summer is summer.
I can understand why someone might want to get a jump on spring. Spring is the light at the end of the long tunnel of winter. Fall is lovely. It is. It’s actually my favorite of the seasons. But I would never try to short change summer for autumn.
Still, every year around this time, I’m surprised to see those who feel differently.
Really, it shouldn’t surprise me. The beer companies did the exact same thing last year. And they did it the year before. Pumpkin beers hit the shelf in August. August!
That makes no sense. None. Zero.
Unless you are aging beers, you want to drink them close to the date they were brewed. Very few beers are actually meant for aging. But the pumpkin beers I’m talking about are the mass market ones intended for mass consumption and sold at supermarkets.
Hold your horses. Wait for at least October. Once the kids are in school, and Halloween is on the radar, then it’s reasonable to find the notion of pumpkin anything to be appealing. And it’s appealing all the way through Thanksgiving and Christmas. So it’s not like there isn’t a significantly long window to sell through the batch.
I do enjoy the seasonality of beers. Now might be a good time to drink through any pilsners and crisp lawnmower beers that you stocked up on for summer. On a related note, I just put the last of the riesling in the fridge.
On the flip side, I am also slow braising some lamb shoulder chops, with carrots. But I think I may serve it with fresh tomatoes and use it as a counterpoint to a raw tomato sauce. However, don’t hold me to that. It’s just an idea that’s kicking around the noggin. We’ll have to see what delights the CSA has for me this afternoon, and then I’ll come up with a plan.
Fall is in the air. It’s on the horizon. We can start getting ready. But let’s not rush it.